The wind off the lake is for heavens sake,
A whale of a sound as ripples abound,
The ordeal must endure as the weather abounds,
A long time ago , I have reason to know,
Monthes before, we had a big snow,
Nobody stirred , the woodfire endured,
So time marches on, we adapt , with some sounds.
Summer of bliss, we will, not miss, unless of course,
The road is coarse, and along the way we wish upon a star,
Off to the Universe by virtue or smile.